WEEK 4 MINGLE

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WEEK 4

The weekend that just passed was....frankly, a lot. Yet despite all odds, you somehow pulled out a win from the jaws of utter defeat. As you wake up feeling tired but happy, the speakers crackle to life with the voice of The Lady.

"Attention, Guests. This week, The game is temporarily suspended. This week, there will be no mafia kill. Take a break for your hard work."

And...indeed, it seems like this is a peace week. The Staff, after the disappearance of The Captain, are acting worse than they did last week - not only is there the blankness and the stuttering, but sometimes they even get orders wrong, with potentially hazardous results. Asking the Staff for things has become more dangerous and unreliable, but at least you meals are still good. Speaking of, The Chef has put a sign up on the door, reading "DO NOT TAKE KNIVES WITHOUT ASKING FIRST!! THAT MEANS YOU!!" written in big, angry letters. The resort also seems to be gearing up for Christmas - there are lights and trees scattered around the place, as well as mistletoe for couples to get their public displays of affection on. There's also some other holiday decorations around, for Kwanzaa and....something else you definitely have never seen before. The thing....wriggles, and you don't want to be around it for long.

The weather is still nothing, except for the courtyard, which is still pleasantly snowy. There is still music playing in the halls, and the cover songs continue with some low-key music for the week.

On Monday morning, another memory is returned to everyone. Are you getting closer to the truth of this place, maybe? It's hard to say.


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Comments

[tacticalespionageaction]

[hnrhg...cute..........]

If not, I'm sure more can.

[And he wiggles out a good four more arms. That's how gecko physics work, right? Right.

Walking over to the wall, he places his hands against it tentatively.]

Got a crucifix for me, doc?

[resortghosts]

[This is just proving that Snake has some weird ideas of what's cute]

I can probably dig one up amongst the ornaments somewhere

[And he does!]

I guess we can just. Remove the Muppet

[tacticalespionageaction]

[Listen he thinks anime liking is cute been there, judged that.]

I won't forget Kermit's sacrifice.

[Snake will just take that and remove muppet, keeping the crucifix for himself and returning kermit.]

Alright. We're going in.

[Shelf Elf and crucifix in human hand, Snake presses his geckopaws against the wall and, tentatively, begins to climb.]

[resortghosts]

[Medic will never stop judging mr otaku convention thanks

Medic takes the freed Kermit, sitting him up in his hands so it looks like he's watching Snake. They watch this climb with anticipation.]

[tacticalespionageaction]

[Can't let Kermit down now.

...Except, part way through his ascent, Snake begins to slip; no matter the number of geckopaws he had, they just weren't able to hold the weight of a man.

!

Snake falls backwards to the floor, right onto his back with a hrnrnghghghhh. He lies there, still clutching the elf and crucifix.

Then, he does something strange.

He breaks out into laughter.]

[resortghosts]

[In Medic's defense, he waits a few seconds to gauge if Snake is hurt before he starts laughing his ass off at this. He doubles over, Kermit still in hand, giggling.

Snake gets a stickynote on his chest and a hand in his own, gently pulling him up to stand again.]

I guess that answered the question of if they'd hold your weight!

[tacticalespionageaction]

[Hrrnnhghhh as he's hauled up, and he gets a chance to read the note on his chest.]

Guess that experiment was a failure...

[But, he's still grinning, and he swears he can hear some ghostly laughter.]

...partly.